It’s funny how God speaks to us in different ways at different times in our lives. Over the years, as I have reflected on Scripture, I’ve been struck by how a passage or verse meant one thing to me as a teenager, another as a young bride, and something altogether differently now that I am a mother. I suppose this will continue to be true as I age and mature – each season of my life will hold a specific key to unlocking varied meanings of Scripture again and again. In a way, it’s like the words of the Bible are colorful bits of glass at the bottom of a kaleidoscope. As the cylinder turns, the glass shifts and tumbles into different positions, revealing brilliantly unique patterns but all comprised of the same bits of glass.

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I’m Wendy. Let’s link arms on our journey to Heaven, shall we?

Welcome to my cozy little home on the web. Here you’ll find chats about Catholicism, children, coffee, and culture. I love John Paul II’s Letter to Women, St. Gianna, and St. Edith Stein. I believe that other than the example of the Holy Family, there is no blueprint for the perfect Catholic family – that each family should embrace their unique set of circumstances and figure out how to use them for sanctification. You’re not alone; we’re in this quest for sainthood together!

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